I Am A Weak, Ephemeral

I Was Happy, I Knew That. While Experiencing Happiness, We Have Difficulty In Being Conscious Of It. Only When The Happiness Is Past And We Look Back On It Do We Suddenly Realize - Sometimes With Astonishment - How Happy We Had Been.

As Long As Our Souls Remain Strong, That Is All That Matters; As Long As They Don't Decline. Because With The Fall Of Certain Souls In This World, The World Itself Will Collapse. These Are The Pillars Which Support It. They Are Few, But Enough.

All My Life One Of My Greatest Desires Has Been To Travel-to See And Touch Unknown Countries, To Swim In Unknown Seas, To Circle The Globe, Observing New Lands, Seas, People, And Ideas With Insatiable Appetite, To See Everything For The First Time And For The Last Time, Casting A Slow, Prolonged Glance, Then To Close My Eyes And Feel The Riches Deposit Themselves Inside Me Calmly Or Stormily According To Their Pleasure, Until Time Passes Them At Last Through Its Fine Sieve, Straining The Quintessence Out Of All The Joys And Sorrows.

Look, One Day I Had Gone To A Little Village. An Old Grandfather Of Ninety Was Busy Planting An Almond Tree. ‘what, Grandfather!’ I Exclaimed. ‘planting An Almond Tree?’ And He, Bent As He Was, Turned Around And Said: ‘my Son, I Carry On As If I Should Never Die.’ I Replied: ‘and I Carry On As If I Was Going To Die Any Minute.’ Which Of Us Was Right, Boss?

How Could I, Who Loved Life So Intensely, Have Let Myself Be Entangled For So Long In That Balderdash Of Books And Paper Blackened With Ink!